Attention, attention

It's all that she craves

It's her horrid flaw

That she'll take to her grave

She wants it so bad

That she pins all my songs

From past or the present

On her guilty conscience

And every meaning she breaks

Raises the stakes

Someone better put her in her place

Show her the lives I've lived

And shove them in her face

Attention, attеntion

She acts like she needs it

From anything and еverything

She'll desperately squeeze it

She wants it so bad

She denies all the help

She has access to

To further damage herself

And maybe it’s not so bad

Maybe it’s something that can be helped

Maybe if she’d listen

To anyone who tries to help

“I know, please, I’ve been there

Back in twenty-seventeen

I know you know, you were there

So please, just listen to me”

Attention, attention

She needs it from me

And I have no idea why

It’s so confusing to me

She wants it so bad

She doesn’t consider

I write from my lives

Past, present, and future

And every meaning she breaks

Raises the stakes

Someone better put her in her place

Show her the lives I've lived

And shove them in her face

And every meaning I write

Isn’t out of spite

But some of them are, like tonight

Show her the lives I’ve lived

And let her realize